I used to be a cat man. Never a dog man.
Then I met Jacky and it's been a story of loyal dogs ever since - Wynton, Bazil and Jerry (with two memorable miss-steps along the way - Tori and Dukie).
But cats? Another story entirely. We can't seem to get it right with cats.
Cats can be evil (Ben) or stoopid (Scraps). They can suddenly disappear on us (Waffles/Rocky) or get bowled by cars (Scraps). They can catch diseases (Kramer/Flower and Scooter) or they can hate dogs with an extraordinary passion (Seven).
Lewis and, to a lesser extent, Persia were pretty cool for cats but we had to give them away to lives of luxury when we went to live in England.
Latest in the line of cats was (yes, past tense) Sensei/Tom. You remember him. He featured in the previous post.
All was going well until he attacked Jerry for no reason and peed on Jacky's curtains (I thought I was part owner until she yelled out - 'he's peed on my curtains' while we had dinner).
So it's back to the SPCA for Sensei/Tom. No more cats!
Jerry is mightily relieved!
Love and peace - Wozza
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